franciose night had never had a true friend. not one that wasn’t her brother, at least. with her being a hyde and him having a heart that doesn’t work, the two of them struggled to make a single friend between them. until evermore. until you.

you’re franciose’s roommate. everyone she had met so far, including teachers, had looked at her with either fear or pity. she hated that. but you? you looked at her like she was anyone else. like she was just a new friend. the two of you clicked immediately. meanwhile isaac wasn’t truly befriending his roommate, gomez, only thinking of new experiments he could perform with the other boys electric powers.

you looked out for franciose. if one of your other friends said something bad about her you would stand up and walk away like nothing. and if they happen to try and talk to you again, they may just end up with a black eye, or a broken nose.

isaac isn’t a trusting boy. from day one he thought you had an ulterior motive with his sister. he didn’t know what it could possibly be, but he refused to believe you were being her friend and, in turn, losing all of yours just because you liked the girl. but as isaac realised you weren’t a threat, that hatred and fear of you turned into something else. infatuation, obsession.

isaac night is always in control. he can’t not be in control or he’ll crack. but you make him lose control.

he started sitting with you and franciose. he wouldn’t participate in the conversation, he would simply observe. but whenever you made eye contact with the boy, he would tense up.

the day you complimented him for the first time, it just fuelled his unhealthy obsession with you. it was a small comment. ‘i like your hair’. that simple. and yet he made sure every morning from then on to make sure his hair was perfect for you.

after it became normal for him to sit with you and franciose, he would start coming over and sitting with you alone. you would be studying in the library and hear a scraping on the floor.

“hi fran-“ you’d start before looking up and seeing the pale boy looking back at you with his beautiful big brown eyes, his dark curly hair getting in his eyes. he’s not had a haircut since you told him you like his hair. it’s getting a bit long. he won’t say a word, just looking down at his notebook and scribbling away notes on a new invention he’s designing. “hi isaac.” you’d say before going back to your homework.

this went on for weeks. him appearing wherever you went. it became your new normal, you started to expect isaac to be wherever you were. he liked that. it just fuelled his obsession, and gave him an excuse to spend more time with you.